This poem was written the day Prince died. It is not about him, but he was very much in my subliminals and so snuck in there anyway. 

This poem was written the day Prince died. It is not about him, but he was very much in my subliminals and so snuck in there anyway. 

The Castle

Those three freckles on your face dance to the music my smile makes

As we lie in my ready to break, Hand me down Tescos bed.

With every breath it creaks closer to untimely Death 

But we breathe. I heave in the air of you, 

Soaked in the midst your skin emits,

Skin Seeping the song my Soul Sings 'Let Me In'

And we give in.

But I could float in the lake of your gaze for days.

My eyes could Glide over your hazlenut skin indulging in every goosbump and never fill up.

I know you know I know my hearts found home 

Because I can see in your Iris this high that I feel and it blinds us to all that used to be real 

Outside the Brink of this ready to break, hand me down Tescos bed.

This is My castle,

You are my Prince

But I want to be the only one who makes you come running.